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The atheist's tragedie: or The honest man's reuenge As in diuers places it hath often beene acted. Written by Cyril Tourneur.
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Tourneur, Cyril, 1575?-1626.
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spirit of a dying Man A chearefull eye vpon the face of Death Is the true count'nance of a noble minde For honour's sake my Lord molest it not D'am. Y' are all vnciuill O! is 't not enough that hee vniustly hath conspir'd with Fate to cut off my posteritie for him to be the heire to my possessions but he must pursue me with his presence and in the ostentation of his ioy laugh in my face and glory in my griefe Charl. D'amville to shew thee with what light respect I value Death and thy insulting pride Thus like a warlike Nauie on the Sea Bound for the conquest of some wealthie land Pass'd through the stormie troubles of this life And now arriu'd vpon the armed coast In expectation of the victorie Whose honour lies beyond this exigent Through mortall danger with an actiue spirit Thus I aspire to vndergoe my death Leapes vp the Scaffold Castabella leapes after him Casta. And thus I second thy braue enterprise Be chearefull Charlemont Our liues cut off In our young prime of yeares are like greene hearbs Wherewith we strow the hearses of our friends For as their vertue gather'd when th' are greene Before they wither or corrupt is best So we in vertue are the best for Death While yet we haue not liu'd to such an age That the encreasing canker of our sinnes Hath spread too farre vpon vs D'am. A Boone my Lords I begge a Boone 1. Iud. What 's that my Lord D'am. His body when t' is dead for an Anatomie 2. Iud. For what my Lord D'am. Your vnderstanding still come short o' mine I would finde out by his Anatomie What thing there is in Nature more exact Then in the constitution of my selfe Me thinks my parts and my dimentions are As many as large as well compos'd as his And yet in me the resolution wants To die with that assurance as he does The cause of that in his Anatomie I would finde out 1. Iud. Be patient and you shall D'am. I haue bethought me of a better way Nephew we must conferre Sir I am growne a wondrous Studient now o'late My wit has reach'd beyond the scope of Nature yet for all my learning I am still to seeke from whence the peace of conscience should proceede Charl. The peace of conscience rises in it selfe D'am. Whether it be thy Art or Nature I admire thee Charlemont Why thou hast taught a woman to be valiant I will begge thy life My Lords I begge my Nephewes life I 'le make thee my Phisitian Thou shalt read Philosophie to me I will finde out th' efficient cause of a contented minde But if I cannot profit in 't then t' is no more being my Phisitian but infuse a little poyson in a potion when thou giu'st me Phisick vnawares to me So I shall steale into my graue without the vnderstanding or the feare of death And that 's the end I aime at For the thought of death is a most fearefull torment is 't not 2. Iudg. Your Lordship interrupts the course of law 1. Iudg. Prepare to die Charl. My resolution 's made But ere I die before this honour'd bench With the free voice of a departing soule I heere protest this Gentlewoman cleare Of all offence the law condemnes her for Casta. I haue accus'd my selfe The law wants power To cleare me My deare Charlemont with thee I will partake of all thy punishments Charl. Vncle for all the wealthie benefits My death aduances you graunt me but this Your mediation for the guiltlesse life Of Castabella whom your conscience knowes As iustly cleare as harmelesse innocence D'am. Freely My Mediation for her life and all my int'rest in the world to boote let her but in exchange possesse me of the resolution that she dies withall The price of things is best knowne in their want Had I her courage So I value it the Indies should not buy 't out o' my hands Charl. Giue me a glasse of water D'am. Mee of wine This argument of death congeales my bloud Colde feare with apprehension of thy end Hath frozen vp the riuers of my veines A glasse of wine I must drinke vvine to vvarme mee and dissolue the obstruction or an apoplexie will possesse mee Why thou vncharitable Knaue Do'st bring mee bloud to drinke The very glasse lookes pale and trembles at it Seru. T' is your hand my Lord D'am. Canst blame mee to be fearefull bearing still the presence of a murderer about me Charl. Is this water Serua. Water Sir A glasse of water Charl. Come thou cleare embleme of coole temperance Be thou my witnesse that I vse no art To force my courage nor haue neede of helpes To raise my Spirits like those weaker men Who mixe their bloud with wine and out of that Adulterate coniunction doe beget A bastard valour Natiue courage thankes Thou lead'st me soberly to vndertake This great hard worke of magnanimitie D'am Braue Charlemont at the reflexion of thy courage my cold fearefull bloud takes fire and I begin to emulate thy death Is that thy executioner My Lords you wrong the honour of so high a bloud to let him suffer by so base a hand Iudges He suffers by the forme of law my Lord D'am. I will reforme it Downe you shagge-hair'd Curre The instrument that strikes my Nephew's bloud shall be as noble as his bloud I 'le be thy executioner my selfe 1. Iud. Restraine his fury Good my Lord forbeare D'am. I 'le butcher out the passage of his soule That dares attempt to interrupt the blow 2. Iud. My Lord the office will impresse a marke Of scandall and dishonour on your name Charl. The office fits him hinder not his hand But let him crowne my resolution with An vnexampled dignitie of death Strike home Thus I submit me Readie for execution Costa. So doe I In scorne of Death thus hand in hand we die D'am. I ha' the trick on 't Nephew You shall see how eas'ly I can put you out of paine Ooh As he raises vp the Axe strikes out his owne braines Staggers off the Scaffold Execu. In lifting vp the Axe I thinke has knock'd his braines out D'am. What murderer was hee that lifted vp my hand against my head Iudge None but your selfe my Lord D'am. I thought he was a murderer that did it Iudge God forbid D'am. Forbid You lie Iudge He commanded it To tell thee that mans wisedome is a foole I came to thee for Iudgement and thou think'st thy selfe a wise man I outreach'd thy wit and made thy Iustice Murders instrument in Castabella's death and Charlemonts To crowne my Murder of Montferrers with a safe possession of his wealthie state Charl. I claime the iust aduantage of his words Iudge Descend the Scaffold and attend the rest D'am. There was the strength of naturall vnderstanding But Nature is a foole There is a power aboue her that hath ouerthrowne the pride of all my proiects and posteritie for whose suruiuing bloud I had erected a proud monument and strucke 'em dead before me For whose deathes I call'd to thee for Iudgement Thou didst want discretion for the sentence But yond' power that strucke me knew the Iudgement I deseru'd and gaue it O! the lust of Death commits a Rape vpon me as I would ha' done on Castabella Dies Iudge Strange is his death and iudgement With the hands Of Ioy and Iustice I thus set you free The power of that eternall prouidence Which ouerthrew his proiects in their pride Hath made your griefes the instruments to raise Your blessings to a greater height then euer Charl. Onely to Heau'n I attribute the worke Whose gracious motiues made me still forbeare To be mine owne Reuenger Now I see That Patience is the honest mans reuenge Iudge In stead of Charlemont that but e'en now Stood readie to be dispossess'd of all I now salute you with more titles both Of wealth and dignitie then you were borne too And you sweet Madame Lady of Belforest You haue that title by your Fathers death Casta. With all the titles due to me encrease The wealth and honour of my Charlemont Lord of Montferrers Lord D'amuille Belforest And for a cloze to make vp all the rest Embrace The Lord of Castabella Now at last Enioy the full possession of my loue As cleare and pure as my first chastitie Charl. The crowne of all my blessings I will tempt My Starres no longer nor protract my time Of marriage When those Nuptiall rites are done I will performe my kinsmens funeralles Iudg. The Drums and Trumpets Interchange the sounds Of Death and Triumph for these honour'd liues Succeeding their deserued Tragedies Charl. Thus by the worke of Heau'n the men that thought To follow our dead bodies without teares Are dead themselues and now we follow theirs Exeunt FINIS
vltra For Beyond their liues as well for youth as age Nor young nor old in merit or in name Shall e'er exceede their vertues or their fame The third volley T' is done Thus faire accomplements make foule Deedes gratious Charlemont come now when t'wut I 'ue buryed vnder these two marble stones Thy liuing hopes And thy dead fathers bones Exeunt Enter Castabella mourning to the monument of Charlemont Casta. O thou that knowest me iustly Charlemonts Though in the forc'd possession of another Since from thine owne free spirit wee receiue it That our affections cannot be compel'd Though our actions may be not displeas'd if on The altar of his Tombe I sacrifice My teares They are the iewels of my loue Dissolued to griefe and fall vpon His blasted Spring as Aprill dewe vpon A sweet young blossome shak'd before the time Enter Charlemont with a Seruant Charl. Goe see my Truncks disposed of I le but walk A turne or two i' th Church and follow you Exit Seruant O! here 's the fatall monument of my Dead Father first presented to mine eye What 's here in memory of Charlemont Some false relation has abus'd beliefe I am deluded But I thanke thee Heauen For euer let me be deluded thus My Castabella mourning o'er my Hearse Sweete Castabella rise I am not dead Casta. O heauen defend mee Fals in a swoune Charl. I Beshrew my rash And inconsid'rate passion Castabella That could not thinke my Castabella that My sodaine presence might affright her sense I prithee my affection pardon mee Shee rises Reduce thy vnderstanding to thine eye Within this habite which thy misinform'd Conceipt takes onely for a shape liue both The soule and body of thy Charlemont Casta. I feele a substance warme and soft and moist Subiect to the capacitie of sense Charl. Which Spirits are not for their essence is Aboue the nature and the order of Those Elements whereof our senses are Created Touch my lip Why turnst thou from mee Cast. Griefe aboue griefes That which should woe relieue Wish'd and obtain'd giues greater cause to grieue Charl. Can Castabella thinke it cause of griefe That the relation of my death proues false Casta. The presence of the person wee affect Being hopelesse to enioy him makes our griefe More passionate then if wee saw him not Charl. Why not enioy has absence chang'd thee Casta. Yes From maide to wife Charl. Art marryed Casta. O I am Charl. Married had not my mother been a woman I should protest against the chastitie Of all thy sexe How can the Marchant or The Marriner absent whole yeares from wiues Experienc'd in the satisfaction of Desire promise themselues to finde their sheetes Vnspotted with adultery at their Returne when you that neuer had the sense Of actuall temptation could not stay A few short months Caste. O doe but heare me speake Charl. But thou wert wise and didst consider that A Souldier might be maim'd and so perhaps Lose his habilitie to please thee Casta. No That weaknes pleases me in him I have Char. What marryed to a man vnable too O strange incontinence Why was thy bloud Increas'd to such a pleurisie of lust That of necessitie there must a veyne Be open'd though by one that had no skill To doe 't Casta. Sir I beseech you heare me Charl. Speake Casta. Heau'n knowes I am vnguiltie of this act Charl. Why wer 't thou forc'd to doe 't Casta. Heau'n knowes I was Charl. What villaine did it Casta. Your Vncle D'amville And he that dispossess'd my loue of you Hath disinherited you of possession Charl. Disinherited wherein haue I deseru'd To be depriu'd of my deare Fathers loue Casta. Both of his loue and him His soule 's at rest But here your iniur'd patience may behold The signes of his lamented memorie Charlemont findes his Fathers Monument H 'as found it When I tooke him for a Ghoast I could endure the torment of my feare More eas'ly then I can his sorrowes heare Exit Charl. Of all mens griefes must mine be singular Without example Heere I met my graue And all mens woes are buried i' their graues But mine In mine my miseries are borne I pr'ithee sorrow leaue a little roome In my confounded and tormented mind For vnderstanding to deliberate The cause or author of this accident A close aduantage of my absence made To dispossesse me both of land and wife And all the profit does arise to him By whom my absence was first mou'd and vrg'd These circumstances Vncle tell me you Are the suspected author of those wrongs Whereof the lightest is more heauie then The strongest patience can endure to beare Exit Enter D'amville Sebastian and Languebeau D'am. Now Sir your businesse Seba. My Annuitie D'am. Not a deniere Seba. How would you ha' me liue D'am. Why turne Cryer Cannot you turne Cryer Seba. Yes D'am. Then doe so y'haue a good voice for 't Y' are excellent at crying of a Rape Seba. Sir I confesse in particular respect to your selfe I was somewhat forgetfull Gen'rall honestie possess'd me D'am. Goe th' art the base corruption of my bloud And like a Tetter growes 't vnto my flesh Seba. Inflict any punishment vpon me The seueritie shall not discourage me if it be not shamefull so you 'l but put money i' my purse The want of money makes a free spirit more mad then the possession does an Vsurer D'am. Not a farthing Seba. Would you ha' me turne purse-taker T' is the next way to doe 't For want is like the Racque it drawes a man to endanger himselfe to the gallowes rather then endure it Enter Charlemont D'amville counterfaites to take him for a ghoast D'am. What art thou Stay Assist my troubled sence My apprehension will distract me Stay Languebeau Snuffe auoides him fearefully Seba. What art thou speake Charl. The spirit of Charlemont D'am. O stay compose me I dissolue Lang. No T' is prophane Spirits are inuisible T' is the fiend i' the likenesse of Charlemont I will haue no conuersation with Sathan Exit Snuffe Seba. The Spirit of Charlemont I 'le try that Strike and the blow return'd 'Fore God thou sayest true th' art all Spirit D'am. Goe call the Officers Exit D'amville Charl. Th' art a villaine and the Sonne of a villaine Seba. You lye Fight Sebastian is downe Char. Haue at thee Enter the Ghost of Montferrers Reuenge to thee I le dedicate this worke Mont. Hold Charlemont Let him reuenge my murder and thy wrongs To whom the lustice of Reuenge belongs Exit Char. You torture me betweene the passion of my bloud and the religion of my soule Sebastian rises Seba. A good honest fellow Enter D'amville with Officers D'am. What wounded apprehend him Sir is this your salutation for the courtesie I did you when wee parted last You ha' forgot I lent you a thousand Crownes First let him aunswere for this riot When the Law is satisfied for that an an action for his debt shall clap him vp againe I tooke